Chapter 180: Truth is Always Within the Range of the Cannons

"In troubled times, heroes need not be asked of their origins."

Hearing this answer from the mouth of Xu Ke, Chen Jiajun was still quite surprised.

He took a puff of his Cigar; seeing the few people before him sitting cautiously, the sense of satisfaction in Chen Jiajun's heart was beyond measure.

After all, Ceng Ziwei, Xu Ke, and Mai Jia were all top-tier bigwigs in the Hong Kong entertainment industry, yet such bigwigs were now as quiet as quails.

"Right, what is it you're looking for me about this time?

If you want me to invest in a film, the first condition is that the script must satisfy me, and the second is that the lead actress must be introduced to me.

If these two conditions are met, five million or ten million is easy to talk about; from now on, you few are under my protection."

Hong Xing's Dalao Jun sat on the leather sofa, contentedly exhaling a puff of Cigar smoke.

What kind of Dalao is one who doesn't play with starlets?

Xu Ke swallowed hard; Dalao Jun's grandiosity stirred him, as he had always wanted to shoot a blockbuster with a very large investment.

Putting that matter aside for now, Xu Ke said: "Dalao, my brother was invited away by your Hong Xing people today..."

Chen Jiajun was slightly surprised; after all, Hong Xing had long since stopped collecting protection fees and was doing loan sharking and debt collection business: "What is his name, and who invited him?"

"Zhang Shuping, he is our art director, and the person who invited him was Xing Shu."

Ceng Ziwei hurriedly took over the conversation, his tone very polite.

"Did they say why?" Chen Jiajun took out his Big Brother.

"They said they were inviting Zhang Shuping to come out of retirement. If Mr. Chen has any misunderstandings, we are willing to set out eight or ten tables to pour tea and apologize to the Hong Xing brothers. If he owes usury, we can pay it back for him."

Chen Jiajun's heart skipped a beat... was Xing Shu actually reliable in handling things?

He only wanted to invite a few designers to work at the company; what was the point of pulling this stunt?

"Hello, Ada." The call connected, and Xing Shu picked up.

"You invited a designer named Zhang Shuping?" Chen Jiajun asked.

Xing Shu looked at Zhang Shuping, who was writing furiously in the office, and said loudly: "That's right. This Zhang Shuping really has a knack for designing clothes!

I even specially went to the brothel to find him a few girls to nourish his body. Don't worry, Ada, he definitely felt our strength and enthusiasm, right, Mr. Zhang?"

Zhang Shuping, his face covered in lipstick, had never felt so "lucky" in his life. He said: "Mr. Chen, don't worry, I will definitely help your company design clothes well."

"Mr. Zhang, you are so strong!"

"Mr. Zhang, mua!"

"Mmm, mmm, mmm..."

Because it was on speakerphone, everyone in the reception hall could hear the movement and the lascivious sounds from the other end of the receiver...

Chen Jiajun hung up the phone and rubbed his temples; everyone in Hong Xing was a talent:

"It's like this, our company is hiring designers for costume design, and perhaps my subordinates acted a bit rudely. My apologies."

Although he said "my apologies," there was not a hint of apology in his tone.

"It doesn't matter."

"No problem, no problem, everyone is happy, everyone is happy!"

Xu Ke, Ceng Ziwei, and Mai Jia also hurriedly stood up and waved their hands; they dared not accept Chen Jiajun's apology.

The one apologizing sat, while those receiving the apology were terrified.

"It's all a misunderstanding. Meeting is fate; I'll treat you all to a late-night snack, and we can chat."

Chen Jiajun was all smiles; he was also quite curious about the entertainment industry.

That night.

At the time-honored Fook Lam Moon in Tsim Sha Tsui, Chen Jiajun called the Three Young Masters of Central—Zhang Guorong, Zhong Baoluo, and Chen Baiqiang—to accompany them. These men were all old acquaintances of Chen Jiajun; among them, the usury Zhong Baoluo once owed Hong Xing had been waived by a wave of Chen Jiajun's hand.

Fearing that their etiquette might be lacking, Xu Ke, Ceng Ziwei, and Mai Jia invited their bigwig friend in the circle, Hong Jingbao.

Just as the group arrived at Fook Lam Moon and before they had even entered, the Macau Gambling King He Xin arrived with He Tianbao and He Tian'er to dine.

"A Jun."

"Brother Jun."

He Tianbao and He Tian'er appeared very affectionate when they saw Chen Jiajun.

"Tian'er, Tianbao, what a coincidence?"

"Xin Ge, I will pay a visit tomorrow, let's continue our chess game."

Seeing He Xin and the others, Chen Jiajun first greeted He Tianbao and He Tian'er, then turned to look at He Xin.

"Good, then I won't disturb you today." He Xin nodded.

In the private room at Fook Lam Moon, the stars were shining bright.

To express their respect for Dalao Jun, the Yicheng Seven Freaks—Mai Jia, Huang Baiming, Ceng Ziwei, Xu Ke, and others—all showed up. Why were they called the Yicheng Seven Freaks?

Because apart from Xu Ke's girl Shi Nansheng, the other six could be described as bizarre in appearance.

In short, looking around, there wasn't a single "good-looking" person among them...

As for signed starlets they could show off, Yicheng really didn't have any.

The company Yicheng had just been founded, and the funds for filming 【Aces Go Places】 were scraped together by them; aside from the salaries for artists from other companies, the others took Zero salary.

They didn't have many resources on hand right now; if the starlets they brought were too ugly and the Dalao didn't like them, he might just hack them to death on the spot.

Yet, it was this very company that left behind the most flamboyant legend in Hong Kong film history.

As the cold dishes were served, Chen Jiajun raised a glass:

"Today we happen to meet by chance; you are all talents, let's drink to our success together."

"Mr. Chen, you are too polite." Xu Ke was flattered.

"Mr. Chen, a toast to you."

Mai Jia, Hong Jingbao, Ceng Ziwei, the Three Heroes of Central, and others also felt the Dalao was very approachable and raised their glasses one after another.

After finishing a cup, the waiter served the delicacies, and during the meal, Xu Ke looked at Ceng Ziwei, Ceng Ziwei looked at Mai Jia, and finally, Mai Jia stood up, holding his cup:

"Mr. Chen, what you said before about wanting to invest in films, is it true or false?"

"Of course it's true. Why? Do you have any good scripts?"

Chen Jiajun clinked his glass with Mai Jia, moistened his lips, and said.

As a newly established company, Arts City Company had a very serious problem with insufficient funding.

Take the film they were currently shooting, *Aces Go Places*, for example; it was already over budget before they had even finished filming.

Seeing that Chen Jiajun was so easy to talk to, the few of them wanted to have Dalao Jun pull them up.

"Mr. Chen, we have great confidence in *Aces Go Places*. Currently, our funds are insufficient, and we would like to have you buy into the company. We will definitely make you satisfied!"

After Mai Jia finished speaking, he felt somewhat uneasy.

Chen Jiajun exhaled a puff of smoke from his Cigar: "Since your Arts City Company was just established, I might as well just invest in Arts City Company directly. I won't be responsible for management; as long as the script passes, I will provide the money."

Hearing this, Mai Jia, Huang Baiming, Xu Ke, Ceng Ziwei, and the others looked at each other; it is good to lean against a big tree for shade.

Since the 1960s and 70s, the Hong Kong film industry had already seen the intervention of triad forces, the most famous of which was the Win's Film Production of the Sun Yee On.

Facing Chen Jiajun's financing request, Mai Jia, Xu Ke, Ceng Ziwei, and the others did not hesitate in the slightest and agreed on the spot.

In the end, the cooperation framework decided by both parties was that Chen Jiajun would contribute 5 million, and together with Arts City Company, the two sides would jointly establish Hongxing Film, with Chen Jiajun holding a 51% stake. He himself would not hold any specific position in the company, and Jing Kun would serve as the president of Hongxing Film.

That night.

Chen Jiajun, slightly tipsy, returned to the Zhuangyuan.

Arriving at Huang Bi'an's suite, Huang Bi'an was sitting on the sofa on the balcony, her dress fluttering as she gazed at the turbulent sea. Hearing footsteps, she said: "You've come?"

"Have you decided how to confess to me?"

Chen Jiajun picked up the whiskey on the table, poured himself a glass, and added quite a bit of ice.

"When did you find out?"

Huang Bi'an said with red eyes; for the past few days, she had been under house arrest in the Zhuangyuan, and apart from daily activities, she could barely move a step.

"Too many coincidences." Chen Jiajun swirled his glass.

"I am an Agent of the Political Department." Huang Bi'an looked straight ahead, her voice barely audible.

"Speak up." Chen Jiajun said.

"MI5 member, Hong Kong Political Department S2 Zu, hostile intelligence unit." Huang Bi'an took a deep breath.

"Your ancestors were from the Qing Dynasty Nian'gan Chu, and you are an Agent of the Political Department; it really is a daughter inheriting her ancestor's profession." Chen Jiajun laughed upon hearing this.

Huang Bi'an said: "But my feelings for you are real."

Chen Jiajun asked: "What was your purpose in approaching me?"

"Collect intelligence on the Hung Hing, then completely control you, turn you to serve England, and additionally, with the help of the Hung Hing, collect the Dragon Head Staff of the Hong Kong triads." Huang Bi'an confessed everything.

Chen Jiajun was stunned: "What intelligence have you gathered?"

Huang Bi'an shook her head and said: "I said my feelings for you are real; I fell for you first."

The meaning was clear: she had not obtained any favorable evidence, and even regarding the Armed Helicopter incident, Huang Bi'an had not reported it.

Chen Jiajun was silent for a moment before speaking: "What is the use of collecting the Dragon Head Staff?"

Huang Bi'an shook her head: "Only the top brass knows."

"Fine, in consideration of your confession, you decide whether to stay or leave."

After saying this, Chen Jiajun stood up, preparing to leave.

Behind him, Huang Bi'an desperately rushed over and hugged Chen Jiajun.

Ever since Chen Jiajun discovered the clues, Huang Bi'an knew very clearly that her undercover mission had ended.

But the reason she didn't choose to leave these past few days was because she had fallen in love; she wanted to stay by Chen Jiajun's side.

By Chen Jiajun's side, she could experience a sense of security she had never felt before.

Chen Jiajun's handsomeness, talent, and ability were all attracting her.

One cannot fall in love while being an Agent, and she knew this well herself; however, since falling into the trap of love, she no longer knew how to leave Chen Jiajun.

"Brother Jun, I beg you, let me stay." Holding onto Chen Jiajun's thigh, Huang Bi'an wept bitterly.

"I didn't say you weren't allowed to stay." Chen Jiajun said with a smile.

Seeing Chen Jiajun's cold gaze, Huang Bi'an knew that this bedfellow had already made up his mind.

Huang Bi'an crawled forward on her knees, her face covered in tears: "Brother Jun, I don't want to leave you, please, I am willing to do anything."

Huang Bi'an crawled forward on her hands and knees.

The usually high-and-mighty female Agent of the Political Department was now completely tear-stained and fawning; this appearance of hers could stimulate a man's most primitive desire to protect.

Seeing Chen Jiajun hesitate, Huang Bi'an grabbed Chen Jiajun's thigh and climbed up: "I don't want to lose you, I really love you so much!"

One hour later.

"Can I stay?"

Lying beside Chen Jiajun, Huang Bi'an was completely naked, curled up while hugging Chen Jiajun's arm.

As the saying goes, a round of intimacy can dissolve grievances, and the truth is always within the range of the cannons...

(End of this chapter)